A chapter on Murtasim's point of view on initial episodes!

"Tum bas rehna sath mere.
Meri aur koi khwaish nhi."

-Murtasim

Meerab! This one girl has always been in his mind. Sometimes because of her outspoken behaviour, sometimes because of her courage. Her courage to talk back with Ma begum was another topic to gossip when she came Hyderabad. Not that she was disrespectful towards her, she corrected her when she was wrong which looked otherwise impossible. No one dared to do that.

She was beautiful too.

He admired how flawless she looked even when she just woke up. Courtesy, Ma begum once sent him to wake her up when she was in his house.

She has grown up into a beautiful lady.

She had been a brat. Spoiled princess. She would just point and his uncle and her father would bring that thing to her.

She was his friend. His only friend. His best friend. He didn't know what destroyed their beautiful friendship. He just remember they went to sleep happily and the next day she stopped talking to him. He tried everything. Gave her favourite chocolates, bouquets of her favourite flower. Even brought her the cat she liked. She always loved gajra. He brought countless of them but nothing melted her. And he lost his only friend.

The anger he shows her he never mean it but maybe he doesn't hold the same position in her life.

She thinks he hates her presence. How he wishes her to know that he literally prays to see her once in a month!

Every year they celebrate her birthday grandly. And all the preparations were done by him only. Be it the cake design, the decorations, the theme or dress code everything. Every year he brought a gift for her but couldn't muster up the courage to give her. Maybe she would throw them breaking his heart. He was happy to see her happy.

Whenever she wanted something and Ma begum didn't agree he would always make her agree some or other way just to see her happy.

For him she was his best friend and deserved all the happiness.

Even this time, her birthday was going to be planned by him only.

As he came back home, his mother asked him to go to Karachi with Anwar chacha. One thing he never understood that why all her decisions were made by chacha Anwar not waqas? She was his daughter. And whenever he asked this question he was counter questioned and that made him shut up.

This time her wish was to study law. His family was against it. But he knew she always wanted to become a lawyer. It was her dream. When he argued, Anwar just gave some lame excuses.

She was denied. Again.! All she wanted to study and they had issue with it. Bullshit. He made a mental note to talk to his mother about this.

As her birthday came, like all those years he did all the things only to find that she was out with her friends and Ma to order him to get her.

Wow! Brilliant

As he reached her house, the maid informed that she wasn't home and no one knew where she went. Panic rushed through his veins. He somehow calmed himself down and searched for her.

The address he found was a party hall. As he entered he saw her blowing the candles. She looked cute. Hayee bestie! But what was the boy doing there? He marched towards them and

"We have to reach Hyderabad as soon as possible. Let's go." He pulled her only to see that boy holding her hand.

Oh boy! You are in trouble!

"Who are you? Why are you dragging her?"

"Will you tell him or I do the honor?"

"Rohail, he is my cousin."

Yes. Not your best friend.

"Just a cousin.  He doesn't hold any right to drag you like that."

"I am quite just because of you. "

"Rohail, leave my hand. And Khan , calm down I said." He just glared her and tried to withdraw his hand. Because he knew if she held his hand for some more tim3, he would give in to every demand she did. But he made a mental note to handle this chuha called Rohail.

They reached hyderabad after a lot of fight. And as usual a not so surprising birthday party.

The actual bomb blasted when his mother announced their marriage. It was bolt out of blue. He didn't know whether he had to be happy or sad. One part of him was happy that she was going to his and other part was to be sad that she was not happy  at all.

That night was way too long. He couldn't bring himself in any conclusion. He didn't know what was happening . What should he do?

Unfortunately nothing stopped the marriage but worsen the situation. It was then revealed that Meerab was not his neighbour's daughter but his very own cousin. His uncles daughter. That shocked him to the core. And his Meerab couldn't take the revelation. She fainted in his arms only to panic rush in his body. He felt he lost his soul then and there.

It was almost 16 hours later when she opened her eyes. He was sitting there holding her hand. He knew she needed someone to let her frustration go. And he knew he can do it. But what happened was unexpected for him.

"Meerab, how are you feeling now?" Only to find Meerab looking at her blankly.

"Meerab! Speak up, please." He pleaded.

"Marry me, Murtasim. "

"What!"

"Marry me please."

"But you didn't want to."

"Do you love someone else? Haya?"

"Astagfirullah! No. Why did you feel like that?"

"Then marry me. I don't have any problem. "

"You will not be able to.."

"I am ready to marry you Murtasim.  If you don't have any more problems."

"Okay then. Let's get married. "

Soon they were married.

"Give this ring to Meerab. This is passed by mother in law to her daughter in law. "

All he did was nod. He knew what he was gonna gift her. And he knew she is gonna love it. He entered their room only to see her veiled form sitting on his bed.

"Meerab?"

"Hmm."

"Why all these?"

"Some tradition." Her voice void of any emotions.

He lifted the veil only to see jhis beautiful bride. He was lost. Lost in her beauty.

"Muh dikhai nhi leni?"

"Tum laye ho?"

"Hmm."

He went somewhere and came back with a box.

"Open it." As soon as she opened her face lit up. Everybody would find it stupid but that was one of the best gift she received.

A big box of her favourite chocolates which she didn't find in Karachi for last 2 months.

"Tasim, Tasim." A four years old Meerab called Murtasim.

"Yes Meera."

"I want cholate. "

"But you had four just an hour ago."

"But you are my Tasim. You will give me cholate right?" She made a puppy face he couldn't deny.

"You is the besht Tasim. " She ruffled his hair.

He smiled fondly at this memory. She doesn't call him Tasim anymore. He isn't her bestie anymore.

"You got this for me! This is the best one Murtasim. I literally searched the whole Karachi for these. Thank you." She was happy and he was the happiest to see her happy.

"Actually this is not the main gift."

"Oh. Then?" He handed her a envelope. As soon  as she opened it her eyes widened in shock. It was an acceptance of her favourite law school.

"Murtasim?:

"Law nhi padhna?"

"But. How? Ma? Why are you doing this?"

"Just like that. And I want a lawyer wife."

"Ma begum?"

"Suno, your classes will start after two months and till then I will do something. " and she gave her brightest smile.

Next day in breakfast,

"Ma, I have something to discuss about."

"Yes beta."

"Maryum, do you want to study further?"

Maryum looked back and forth. Her mother glared her.

"Answer me, not Ma."

"Yes bhai. I want to do Msc."

"What the need of these? And she is already engaged to Naurez. If he doesn't want then?"

"Then ask naurez right away." On which Naurez was more excited to let her study and even a job."

"So, ma Naurez gave Maryum permission as you wanted although not needed. So she can study. And I want Meerab to study law."

"No she can't."

"And why so?"

"She is the daughter in law of the house. "

"She is the daughter first and if maryum needed her husband's permission then I am Meerab's husband and giving her the permission. So I hope that's final." Ma begum had to agree.

"And yes Haya will also study further."

"I don't want to Murtasim. "He was well known to her vile ideas.

"I don't want any illiterate in my house. You can get out."

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It was 1 month since the marriage. Their bond became stronger but Meerab felt something was missing. Although they were close enough but something was incomplete.  And she wanted to complete it.

She waited that day to discuss the matter with him.

"Murtasim we need to talk."

"About?"

"You. Sit here. " and he obliged.

"And she sat on his lap. These were normal in their relationship now. Cuddling, hugging, holding hands were very normal for them.

"Bolo."

"Where are the cameras Murtasim?" She asked without any nonsense.

"Meerab." His voice tembled and he tried to get up.

" where are they?"

"Meera please."

"Tasim." It was first time after those years she addressed him Tasim.

"No Meera . Not this."

"Why not?"

"Please."

"We can do this. At least with those we have."

"No."

"That was your dream. And you can't leave that like this. Not after fulfilling mine and Maryum's."

"I can't do this. I left them for the family."

"You didn't let me leave mine for the family. How can I do that to you? We can give those photos to some magazines. At least for now. Then you can continue doing both. You supported me. So why can't I , Tasim?"

"Why are doing this?"

"Because I love you bestie. I love you Tasim." She whispered.

"No."

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes. I love you idiot. You were waiting for God knows what. So I thought I should do it."

"Mujhe tumse, apni Tasim apni best friend apni shohar Murtasim Khan se beinteha ishq hogaya hai."

"I love you Meera."

"I love you Tasim. You are the best."

A crap one.! No tomato please.

It will have a Meerab pov hopefully.

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